Introspection by Atton Brown

I once again find myself at a loss for words

Struggling, desperate to calm my agitated nerves

Questioning my entire act

Wondering if I’ve relapsed, backtracked

Or possibly I’m simply again

Tired of falseness, through engaging

In this web of shadows laced with disgust

Twisted with lies, bonded by mistrust

Lacking in my heart a majority of humanity

Lessening maturity, widespread insanity

I retreat to my own mind, utilizing introspection

Finding I’m a half-decent person, in retrospection

All the lies were not needed, the ruse an old towel

This face holds a weak smile, where it once wore a scowl

This heart untwisted and thawed, thoughts less disturbing

But in the back of my mind, something far more perturbing

Manipulation, it seems, has become an old friend

Words, actions, to my will they bend

Call me a puppeteer, a marionette

But this annoying power’s barely been tapped yet

I sincerely don’t want to be this way anymore

I wish it, and these dark feelings, away to the shore

So that the tranquil waters may wash away my sorrow

And so that I may be a better person in this world, tomorrow…